Pendragon
08-02-2007, 04:08 PM
Breakout!
It was not manacles that held me inside of that clammy little oubliette,
The walls were silvered-glass with no breaks, doors, nor windows at all.
Hideous distorted images stared back from every surface and called themselves “me.”
I spent most of my time cowering away from them, curled up into a ball.
What I couldn’t comprehend was that reflecting glass only worked in one direction.
They had carried it before them, and hidden behind it, let their poison leech within.
Those were not the mirror image of me, but how others wanted me to think I’d stay.
With whispers and rumors to deface my image and laugh as the damage set in.
I sat up and wiped away tears and years with a brush of my forearm across my vision.
I reached deep into my chi and called on some strength I’d all but let take its last gasp.
I stood to my feet and let my eyes focus for a single moment on the wall of my prison:
I knotted my fist, knowing what once could demolish concrete would make confetti of glass—
There was a howl of many voices, but the twisted reflections just returned a triumphant shout:
The whole box of mirror-glass exploded into minute mirrored fragments, and this prisoner stepped out…
Dale Harris
© 8/2/07
It was not manacles that held me inside of that clammy little oubliette,
The walls were silvered-glass with no breaks, doors, nor windows at all.
Hideous distorted images stared back from every surface and called themselves “me.”
I spent most of my time cowering away from them, curled up into a ball.
What I couldn’t comprehend was that reflecting glass only worked in one direction.
They had carried it before them, and hidden behind it, let their poison leech within.
Those were not the mirror image of me, but how others wanted me to think I’d stay.
With whispers and rumors to deface my image and laugh as the damage set in.
I sat up and wiped away tears and years with a brush of my forearm across my vision.
I reached deep into my chi and called on some strength I’d all but let take its last gasp.
I stood to my feet and let my eyes focus for a single moment on the wall of my prison:
I knotted my fist, knowing what once could demolish concrete would make confetti of glass—
There was a howl of many voices, but the twisted reflections just returned a triumphant shout:
The whole box of mirror-glass exploded into minute mirrored fragments, and this prisoner stepped out…
Dale Harris
© 8/2/07